Holding on to his neck, Skyler attempted to steady herself. His taste and breath and heat and the solidness of his body both thrilled her, and cautioned her. Gage kissed her with the same straightforward thoroughness she had observed that he approached his physical practice, his prayer, even his search among the stacks. A thought nudged its way into her mind that he’d utilize that same thoroughness in their joining. The chills that tickled her spine told her she was correct in her assumption.
A loud thump sounded in the racing of their thoughts. Suddenly, Gage’s hands were away from her back, his lips moving slightly against hers. When she opened her eyes, she saw his filled with humor. Looking to her left and right, she, too, smiled, then giggled. There were at least two-dozen texts and
